Wapun Meadow endure and survive

A stillness had settled over the Wapun Meadow, and Alo was unperturbed. The path she followed, the virtuous life, it gave her the comfort she needed against the loneliness that would have bothered most. Carefully and with the utmost dedicated she had kept the borders strong, feeding when she could and endlessly traveling. Others would come to her in time, the small, still voice of Kamali has assured her of such things. Patience was not one of the true virtues, but it was important nonetheless. It was easier for a patient soul to be charitable, selfless, and loving. The faint scent of a wolf drifted to her, and Alo responded with earnest curiosity. Long legged and lean she easily devoured the terrain, approaching the strange with a bright gaze and her tail held high, but her pose was otherwise lacking in aggression. Once she had closed the distance between the pair, leaving a few yards between them, she let out a gentle woof of greeting before letting words slip forth. "Welcome to Ookaan."